#youllneverwin

beat him up || not acceptingMy muse attempts to push off yours.

dick goes down hard. he always does when slade’s involved. most of the time, it involves a grin and a quip, something too low for anyone nearby to hear.

this time, the man pinning him is met with a snarl, with the sort of vicious thrashing that is so uncommon for the vigilante. he doesn’t hold back in his attempts to get the man to let him up, pulling every trick he’s ever been taught, but the man blocks them all. at least he has the decency to look like it’s taking effort, like he couldn’t stop dick with one hand tied behind his back. 

another snarl and dick stops, shaking in slade’s grip. “let me go, wilson.” it’s his nightwing voice, which is wrong. he’s not nightwing right now and slade isn’t deathstroke. he shouldn’t be using that voice but it slips out anyway. 

he thrashes again, no skill this time, just furious desperation. “let me go.” and it’s desperate the second time, broken. he can’t hide the tears even if he wants to, body curling under slade’s as the sobs escape.

even more fucking text memes!

[recipient - Slade] - Did you not enjoy my gift?

[recipient - Slade] - It was a fresh horse head, don’t worry

[recipient - Slade] - I may or may not have binge watched the God Father before sending it.

meme || not accepting

he doesn’t mean to laugh at that but he can’t stop himself. it’s a breathless sound, just barely slipping past the hand around his throat. his smirk, if it can even be called that, twists into something dangerous. blue eyes glitter with something sharp and devious as both hands come to grip slade’s shoulders.

one leg curls around slade’s thigh and he slides it down teasingly before lashing out at the back of his knee. a twist of his body when the knee buckles has them both tumbling to the floor, dick straddling slade’s chest, both hands on slade’s shoulders. the hand is still around his throat but he ignores it in favor of leaning down and getting his teeth against slade’s pulse point. 

beat him up || acceptingYour muse pushes my muse to their knees.

he knows he’s gone too far when slade’s eyes narrow slightly and dick tries to suppress a delighted shiver. he affects his best innocent look, blinking up at the man now looming over him. oh yes, he’s gone too far in the best way. not that he was intentionally pushing slade just for this reaction. he’d never do that. 

he can’t hide his shudder when slade stalks forward, eyeing dick like a predator watches its prey. slade says something, low and threatening, but dick isn’t paying enough attention to catch it. he does catch the low growl and he grins, sharp and taunting. 

slade doesn’t disappoint, strong hands resting on his shoulders for a moment before shoving down. his knees hit the ground with a painful thunk and he winces. his hands automatically lock behind his back without any conscious thought on his part and he looks up at slade. 

head pets || ACCEPTING

he’s half asleep, exhausted after staying up two days in a row and then running into slade. which, of course, meant another few hours awake at least. now he’s drifting in and out of wakefulness, his head pillowed on slade’s thigh. warm, comfortable, and thoroughly fucked out, a deadly combination for his grasp on consciousness. 

the killing blow comes when fingers comb gently through his hair, scratching at his scalp faintly. a low, pleased noise escapes him involuntarily and he pushes into the touch.

“mm, ‘s nice,” he mumbles, slowly sinking farther into the realm of sleep. “keep doing that.” 

Munday

☤ - Have you ever had to go to the emergency room? Why?